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Cold Hands A.F.I
How I regret what I must do but you've left me no choice.
Though I still strain I can't recall the beauty of your fey voice. Now that I've heard come through the walls a song I've heard many times I must return all you gave me in the company of swine. We had found sacred ground you burnt down. I thought you sang so tastefully but now I see I was wrong. Your serenade turns to filth when I leave so, please, cut the love song. How I regret what I must do but you must be replaced for I cannot go on suffering such simple and common tastes. When you met my eyes you sang to me of passion, pain and will. When I blinked you turned away to kiss the hand of filth. You had found sacred ground I'll burn down Tell me who will hear your voice, your song, when the smoke has cleared and the lights are gone? Tell me, who appears when I'm gone. |
Favorite lines...
Puppy Toy by Tricky
You stare, you stare and look confused Your fruit is slightly bruised You wear, but don't like men, no Won't care, won't love again, no |
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round It’s too late to make it right I probably wouldn’t if I could ‘Cause I’m mad as hell Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should I know you said Can’t you just get over it It turned my whole world around And I kind of like it |
What ravages of spirit conjured this temptuous rage, |
I was in love wit ya
But the hell wit ya cuz you didn't wanna treat me right I was in love wit ya But the hell wit ya cuz you didn't wanna treat me right Now ya got another girl in your life, givin her love all day and night I was in love wit ya |
if I'm not what you want
make me what you need if you're not what I need I'll make you what I want you see I can invent you :sparklyheart: |
Duffy "Warwick Avenue"
I'm leaving you for the last time, baby
You think you're loving but you don't love me I've been confused, out of my mind lately You think you're loving, but you don't love me I want to be free; baby, you've hurt me |
ALMA DE BOHEMIO ~ Tango
ALMA DE BOHEMIO was written as a Tango for Concert for piano by Roberto Firpo, expressesly for a play of the same name. It was dedicated “To the eminent national actor Florencio Parraviccini.” Juan Caruso contributed the lyrics. Si es que no vivo lo que sueño Yo sueño todo lo que canto, por eso mi encanto es el amor. Mi pobre alma de bohemio quiero acariciar y como una flor perfumar. Y en mis noches de dolor a hablar me voy con las estrellas, y las cosas más bellas despierto he de soñar. Porque les confío a ellas toda mi sed de ama If I don’t live what I dream I dream all that I sing, that’s why my charm is love. My poor bohemian soul I want to caress and like a flower permeate with perfume. And in my nights of pain to speak I go (to speak) with the stars, and the most beautiful things awake, I’m going to dream Because I trust in them all my thirst for love. |
I wanna kiss a girl,
I wanna hold her tight, And maybe make a little magic in the moonlight. Don't wanna go too far Just to take it slow, But I shouldn't be lonely in this big ol' world. I wanna kiss a girl. |
LOVE these lyrics, Lily Allen
'....Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder 'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired Of all the hatred you harbor So you say it's not okay to be gay Well, I think you're just evil You're just some racist who can't tie my laces Your point of view is medieval F*ck you, f*ck you very, very much 'Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch F*ck you, f*ck you very, very much 'Cause your words don't translate And it's getting quite late So please don't stay in touch....' etc :) |
Shake me like a monkey
God or the devil alone
Could not have made you up The two must have worked as one together So good just wanna eat you up Nothing like the real thing Lick your sticky fingers boy And sing for your dinner sing |
Part of the The last laugh (knofler)
Games You Thought You'd Learned You Neither Lost Nor Won Dreams Have Crashed And Burned But You're Still Going On Out On The Highway With The Road Gang Working Up On The Mountain With The Cold Wind Blowing Out On The Highway With The Road Band Working But The Last Laugh, Baby Is Yours And Don't You Love The Sound Of The Last Laugh Going Down They Had You Crying But You Came Up Smiling They Had You Crawling And You Came Up Flying They Had You Crying And You Came Up Smiling And The Last Laugh, Baby Is Yours |
I don't want to lie
I'm gonna take what you're giving Cuz I know you're willing, to take me all the way You got me right here Combustible and I can't wait to finally explode The big big bang The reason I'm alive Where all the stars collide in this universe inside........ Rockmafia-The Big Bang |
Concrete Blonde ~ Caroline
In another life I see you
as an angel flying high, and the hands of time will free you - you will cast your chains aside - and the dawn will come and kiss away every tear that's ever fallen from your eyes... :sparklyheart: |
I look so good without you
Got me a new hairdo Lookin' fresh and brand new since you said that we were through done with your lies baby now my tears dry you can see my brown eyes ever since you said goodbye i look so good i look so good without you i look so good i look so good without you |
Well, I really wanna care
I wanna feel something Let me dig a little deeper No, man, sorry Just nothing, no You've really done it this time My give a damn's busted and Jo Dee Messina is well...... http://www.cmt.com/videos/jo-dee-mes...s-busted.jhtml |
Love we make - Prince
Sacred is the prayer
that asks 4 nothing while seeking 2 give thanks 4 every breath we take. Sacred r we inside this prayer 4 in the new world we will b there. The only love there is Is the love we make. |
roll away your stone
It seems that all my bridges have been burned,
But you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart, But the welcome I receive with the restart |
I caught ya knock-in
at my cellar door.. "i love ya baby, can I have some more".. damage done.. |
Juan Luis Guerra
Quisiera Qusiera ser el aire que respiras quisiera ser el rizo de tu pelo, quisiera ser tu séptimo sentido, qusiera ser un voltio en tu bombillo Y prender el alba y amasar la noche, y salir contigo, disfrazado de horizonte. Quisiera que me hablaras cuando callas O al menos ser el nudo en tu garganta quisiera ser la silla que te aguanta, tu zafacón de besos escondidos. Y contar contigo y doblar las calles y sembrar guayabas y sonar con mil detalles Quisiera, y tantas cosas más quisiera. Quisiera, y tantas cosas más quisiera. Reveler tus ojos, celebrar tu nombre y salir contigo Disfrazado de horizonte Quisiera ser el asa de tus ojos, el calcio que te dan tus vitaminas, tu ruta cuando cruzas la neblina, y el cordón umbilical de tu zapatos. Y contar contigo y doblar las calles y sembrar guayabas y sonar con mil detalles Quisiera, y tantas cosas más quisiera. Quisiera, y tantas cosas más quisiera. |
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